Mikey Has A Crush

Mikey has a crush

What mikey would be like if he had a crush

mikey x reader

Okay hear me out. Mikey is pretty clueless when it comes to alot.

Hes so smart, but.. Please come onn..

He and Draken were hanging out with you, at Mikey’s place. Mikey kept taking side glances.

Draken nudged Mikey which snapped him out of his gaze

Mikey was giving Draken the 🥺 face and pouted some.

“DRAKEN DRAKEN COME HERE OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY”

Mikey of course was curious and felt a ping in his chest that you called for Draken over him

“Oh my god look at this. It’s so funny please” you shoved your phone into his hand, holding your stomach from laughing so hard. A laugh left Drakens lips before handing it back to you.

“Oh shit hold on I’m getting a call from Kazu.” You stepped outside, again another ping to his chest “you like her Mikey. Have you really not noticed yet?” Mikey did a double take at Draken, face heating up as the realization slapped him in the face.

Mikey stood up quickly, slipped in his flip flops and went outside to see you laughing on the phone with Kazutora. Pouting more than before, he came up next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso. He laid his head in your shoulder as you carded your fingers through his hair. “I- okay yes Kazu, I’ll be sure to do that. Hmm.. yeah! Okay. Tell Chifuyu I said hi as well… sure. Okay bye bye!” You turned your attention to Mikey.

“You okay Mikey?” He nods before looking up at you. A small smile on your lips before kissing his forehead. “Come on, let’s go lay down yah?” He nods and grabbed your hand. You looked back at him with a smile, he couldn’t stop his movements. He stopped you, pulled you by your arm to his chest. A hand slipped up your neck, your hands resting against his chest. His eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt gently before he placed his lips against yours.

Draken seeing the moment unfold from the window of his bedroom with a smile on his face as he took some photos and sent it to the group chat. The caption ‘our baby finally made the move’

Perm Tags: @senjuer @bonten-slxt

bring your love, baby, i can bring my shame.

pairing: (dilf) suna rintaro x reader

genre: smut, literally porn with some plot

notes: posting this now because i literally just can’t wait ahh, plus i feel like if i sit on it any longer i’ll start to hate it oops. dilf!suna has been living in my head rent free for months thanks to @dilfhub​ so here we are. idk what this turned into but i’m really proud of it! suna is a shitty husband but he always thinks of his kids! i will probably come back and re-edit this at some point because it probably needs it but a bitch is tired lmao. any and all feedback is always appreciated! title credits: wicked games by the weeknd. @curapiikt​ here it issssss.

warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, cheating, age gap (suna is 40, reader is in her twenties), slight misogyny, throatfucking, daddy kink, one (1) mention of spitting, dirty talk, slight overstim.

word count: 4k

part two

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When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.

You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.

“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”

“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.

“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”

“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”

“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.

-

You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.

When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.

It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.

“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.

“I just wanna be there.”

You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.

“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)

-

Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.

He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.

“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.

“Don’t talk to me.”

He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.

“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”

You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.

“Don’t be an ass.”

“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.

Tadaima

Chapter One

Yandere Bonten Mikey with a Time Leaper Darling, Ft. Platonic Yandere Bonten

Disclaimer: Based on the Time Leaping Series @cheesus-doodles and Time Leaper anon's scenario. I have recieved permission from both of them to use the concept. Please note that this would be very different compared to Going Home since this would tackle a much more darker aspects of Yandere Bonten Mikey.

TW: Yandere, Guilt Tripping, Age Gap, Dub-Con, Non-Con Touching

“Ah! I’m sorry!” You mumbled an apology as you bumped into yet another stranger, who just ignored you and went on his merry way. You sighed as you tried to look around the city that you were familiar with, or at least you were half an hour ago after you suddenly blacked out for a moment and woke up from your ‌short mental stupor, the kind that would daze you right till someone snaps you out of it or you snap yourself out of it. You did the latter, but instead of snapping back to your everyday reality, you snapped out into a familiar yet foreign place to you. You knew that this was Tokyo, there are the buildings that you are familiar with, roads that lead to the same places that you know very well and even people, although they aged for more than a decade are still in the exact place where they used to be, like the Obasan, who still sold Taiyaki and other Japanese sweets in her stall, still in the same familiar location that you know very well.

But it was also very different, like the new shops around the Taiyaki stall, which are very unfamiliar to you. Where were the other shops around the stall that you were used to seeing? It was impossible for the shops to change for a second after you blacked out. And also the Taiyaki stall itself, it looked so different; it looked like they had renovated it to look like the other stores around it. There were new things around the place, around both you and your surroundings. There were so many new things around you, not only the shops but also how people dressed, and people that you usually see every day while you were passing through this street were either gone or looked older than they should be. It honestly made you stunned on how everything looked familiar but at the same time very alien to you. 

“Calm down, everything will be fine, you just need to walk to your home.” You thought to yourself as you walked to the familiar road that you used to walk to with your friends after school. It's fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about as long as you don't panic, just keep saying those phrases like a mantra in your mind and you would not spiral into a panic attack right there on the street, you just have to keep going, to go home, while avoiding the people around you as you kept trudging forward towards your destination.

Bile started to rise up from your throat as you finally arrived at the building where your apartment is located. It was not the building that you expected to arrive at, it looked modern and very futuristic, just like those fancy European apartments that you’ve seen in those interior designing magazines. 

“No, no, no, no…” You mindlessly mumbled to yourself as your eyes widened in disbelief, you felt your feet getting weak and wobbly as you let out a whine before finally collapsing on the ground and puking the bile that you had earlier, tears streaming down to your face as you let out the confusion and frustration that you had been persistently holding down for half an hour. As you cried your heart out, unsavory thoughts and the gravity of the situation started to sink into your mind. What should you do now? You’ve been transported to the future for some reason, this situation should’ve been impossible. Why were you in the future and who sent you here? Those kinds of thoughts swirled in your mind as you looked down on the puddle of puke that you had let out a while ago, you could see the lunch that you ate earlier with Mitsuya and Hakkai, it was less than an hour ago and right now, that lunch was probably more than a decade ago from now.

You got up from the pavement as you tried to comprehend what had happened to you right now. You were in the future, you were currently homeless, maybe already marked dead by the government, and right now you were standing outside on the streets of Tokyo during the middle of the night, as a middle schooler. You sighed in frustration as you wiped your mouth with your handkerchief - you needed to find a shelter soon; you don’t know any homeless shelter in Tokyo, If there’s any but you know a place where you could stay, at least for a while. 

Determined to survive the night, you dusted off your clothes and walked to the place you knew where you would be safe, a special place that you had always been comfortable to stay in. 

Musashi Shrine

Although the place was a semi abandoned shrine, it was still well kept and tidied up, most likely by the older people who volunteered to sweep it clean or the local groups that managed the neighborhoods. You sighed in relief for that as you walked towards the shrine and opened its door, and lo and behold, it's interior looked the same as you’ve remembered it to be, although there were some things that had been either misplaced or missing, it still had the same interior and the same furnitures that you and your friends had left in the abandoned shrine. Even though the place was very dusty and full of cobwebs, it was still a better place than the streets or a shelter that would most likely be full of people. 

You smiled in contentment, although it was abandoned, it still had the memories that you cherished from the bottom of your heart, small trinkets that you hadn’t thought about for a while that were very sentimental to you. You looked over towards the abandoned electric lamp that you once frequently used with the boys to either stay up at night watching the stars, or have a sleepover in this very shrine telling late night stories. You turned it on, hoping for it to work and thankfully, it did. You put the lamp on the floor and then closed the door and locked it, looking around the cabinet to where the futons were usually stored in case of a sleepover or an afternoon nap.

“Oh my goodness.” You thought as you pulled them out - although they weren’t as fluffy as before, they were surprisingly clean and well kept, unlike the times where you washed it every week due to how frequently the others, especially Mikey, used them. Although those memories were very fond, the same memories just made your situation much more bitter than before. 

“Okay (Y/N), tomorrow would be a new day for you, you need to get yourself together,” You said to yourself as you dusted off the floor and threw the debris out the window, putting the futons down on the now-clean floor, before placing your bag on the table and finally laying down on the futon. Tomorrow will be a new day and you need to be well rested before forming a plan to either find some way to go back to your time and go back home, or find your former friends who most likely have forgotten anything about you. That thought made your heart ache, but you shook it off. Tomorrow is a new day and would be vastly different compared to today, you would just hope for the best - either for you to be back in your own timeline or for your friends (former friends?) to believe your ridiculous situation that you somehow got yourself into. 

You turned off the lamp beside you and let the darkness take over your vision as you closed your eyes and blacked out into nothingness. You prayed that tomorrow, there would be answers or clues on why you were suddenly in the future. 

A screeching scream echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse as incoherent stutters and loud sobs filled the air. There were five men tied to separate poles, with most of them looking wary and defeated, as if pleading to get this thing over with. “I’m going to say this again shithead, who were the fuckheads that were in that part of the port when the pigs busted one of our Shibuya buildings?” A man with salmon pink hair asked the fourth man tied to the poles, but as usual, the man didn't know who he was talking about. This promptly made him back off and quickly slashed his left cheeks, an action that made the man scream in pain while the rest were either trying to get out of their restraints or chanting pleas that they are innocent. 

“Fufu, we haven’t even gotten started, so don’t scream too loud.” A man with streaked lilac hair said to the tied up fellow on the pole as he was cleaning off the tools that would help the salmon haired man to do his job. While humming a tune and getting the tools ready, the pink haired man instead walked away from the tied up group and headed towards the man sitting on the side lines, and although he wore a simple black shirt and sweatpants, he held himself in a rather distinguished manner that would make anyone feel like a lesser person. He had unnaturally pale skin and heavy eye bags under his eyes, as if he’d been lacking sleep or energy for so many years now. 

“My king, we have captured the suspected people that leaked the location to the police,” The pink haired man said as he slightly bowed while addressing him. The man who was referred to as king gave him a side glance and then promptly looked back on where his focus was earlier. It was a picture of a young girl wearing a sundress and holding a picnic basket, and although the picture’s quality had gotten terrible throughout the years of usage, it still held on after being folded and placed in various wallets or pockets.

“Sanzu.” 

The now-identified pink haired man looked up as the pale skinned man jumped down from the crates that he had been seating on earlier. “I’m getting tired of this charade, let Ran and Rindou handle the job, I wanna go back to the penthouse.” 

Sanzu nodded before looking back at the person who was putting the tools down on the table. “Oi Ran! We’ll leave this to you and Rindou, Boss wants to head back.” He shouted to the tall lilac haired man, who just replied with a nod and called for his brother from the sidelines to do their job. The two then headed out of the warehouse as the screams of the victims started to flow again throughout the building. As they left, the pale haired man then looked at Sanzu, although the man is unnerved by his dead gazed, he is also ecstatic that his king looked him in the eyes, it's rather rare for him to be this direct at anyone.

“Before we head back to the base, let’s stop by that place.” The pale skinned man then looked away as he walked towards the parked car near the abandoned warehouse. Sanzu bit his lips - he knew what he was talking about but he was rather confused by his king's request, he wouldn't disobey his orders but he knew that his king had been avoiding that place for a long time, so why now? Sanzu shook his head, his king gave him orders and he knew better than to question him or his motives for going to that place. He quickly followed his king to the car, after all, he had an order to follow. 

Sano Manjiro never thought in his whole life that he would end up this way. He thought that when he grew up, he would still have his friends and family by his side. Mikey knew that he wouldn’t be the best at studying or doing school work in general so early on in life, the prospect of college and any other professional careers had been thrown away. In the future, he would either be the one that continued the Sano Dojo or go along with Draken and join the motorshop business. 

He would imagine that after work, he and his friends would go out for drinks as they talked about the past, reminisced on their gang days together before going back to their homes, him going back along with Draken to their home where they would either be scolded by their grandpa or Emma, who would most likely be married to Draken and have a child on the way. 

While they were being scolded by Emma or his grandpa, you would suddenly announce that the food was ready, and they would get off scot free quickly because it was dinner time. You were there with him, living together with his family, him confessing to you during highschool and you accepting his proposal and would stay together as lovers ever since. That was the future that he envisioned when he was younger, and although it was pretty average and mundane, not the future that any of his peers in the gang community would have expected him to have, but to him, that was the future that he dreamt of. That dream had been shattered a long time ago, with him having nothing to show but this twisted and sick future that he himself had created. 

Everything had gone through the drain ever since you suddenly disappeared - he thought that some of the gangs that had bad blood with him had kidnapped you, so he mobilized every member of the gang to look out for your location, beating up every rival gang members that he had even an inkling of suspicion that may know your whereabouts. But in the end, all he received was nothing: no clues, no leads and not a single trace of where you were. It made him spiral more into a deeper abyss of darkness and impulses that led him from one bad decision to a worse one that led him to be in this situation.

Was it a position that many would want to be in? 

Debatable.

But was it filled with luxury?

Oh, certainly.

Was this the one that he wanted to have? 

Absolutely not in the slightest.

He would often think of how you would react if you found out what he landed himself in. Would you be distraught? Concerned for his well being? Disgusted at how he became like this? Those thoughts always swirled in his mind when he thought of you or the days that you’re with him, before your sudden disappearance. There’s that meager longing in his mind that one day you would come back and either him proding you for information, angry on why you had left him, or just hugging you, being grateful that you finally came back to him. But he knew those fanciful pipe dreams would just hinder him on his way and would just crush him furthermore into the abyss, so he did the same thing that he always did to other wishful ideas that he has, crushing it immediately. 

He often wondered why he could not just end it right here, right now. After all nobody could stop him: his close friends had not contacted him due to his actions, his underlings would certainly not dare to try and stop him doing whatever he wanted, and you weren’t even there to try to stop him. So what's blocking him from doing the deed and just ending it all? Maybe it was the fact that he was scared of death, or he still had that pitiful hope that you would come back to him and he was scared that he would not be there when that happens. 

While Mikey was trapped in his own mind, Sanzu looked at the rear view mirror, looking at his king. He wanted to tell him that they’re near that place but he didn’t want to interrupt his king’s train of thoughts - most likely, thoughts that are involved with you. Sanzu then looked back at the road. He decided that he would just keep quiet until they arrived at their destination.

Musashi Shrine

It still looked the same, just as Mikey remembered it, the long stone stairways that lead into the torii entrance of the shrine. The same thing could apply on the shrine and its surroundings, it was still the same, although there was new vegetation on the surrounding forest and the shrine hadn't gotten any sort of maintenance other than its cleanliness, thus making the shrine look a little bit more decrepit than he remembered. But it still didn’t stop him from approaching the shrine just to sit on its wooden floors like the old days, where he would either look over his gang or he would spend time with his friends and do the things other normal teenagers do in that age, goofing off and bonding with each other. This place held a lot of fond memories that made him smile as he looked around the area. The place really didn’t change at all, from the exterior to the foliage - it was just like he was back to the time when he was actually happy, when he was with you.

He walked closer to the wooden shrine, wanting to sit on its floors, but while walking, he noticed that there was something off about it. He walked closer as he analyzed the building; although it looked the same, there was a nagging feeling in his gut, but he didn't know what it was. But as he drew closer towards the shrine, he finally noticed it. The door was left slightly opened; one of the caretakers might have carelessly left it opened. Mikey let out an annoyed grunt as he walked towards the door of the shrine, but just as he was about to close it, he noticed someone was inside the shrine. Out of curiosity, Mikey opened the door, revealing the interior of the shrine where they used to have a sleepover or just a place to stay for the night.  

Mikey’s eyes widened as he saw who was the person that was inside the shrine.

It couldn't be.

It can’t be.

Mikey carefully walks down and crouches to the person who is sleeping on the old futons that he used to sleep in. hands trembling as he can’t believe what he was seeing, he rubbed his eyes, trying to see if this is just one of his hallucinations again due to fatigue but instead of the person going away, they’re still in there. 

As he crouches down to observe your sleeping form, his eyes attentively look into your stature, you are still wearing the same outfit that he last saw you wearing and you still have that hair clip that he gifted to you on your birthday. Which you have been wearing everyday ever since. Tears started to form in his eyes as he looked down on you. 

“Its you,” Mikey murmured as he brushed your cheeks, tears flowing down on his bony cheeks 

“I’ve finally found you,” He murmured as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, while you peacefully slept on the futon, blissfully unaware of the situation that you were in right now. 

You let out a groan as you felt yourself waking from a deep slumber, and as your consciousness started to come back, your eyes widened as you felt someone hugging you from behind, while laying on one of the softest beds that you have ever laid on. Sweat started to form on your palms as you looked around your surroundings, assessing your current situation. The room was very luxurious, with high ceilings and glass windows that overlooked the whole of Tokyo City, and with a massive flat screen tv, the room looked like it belonged to some billionaire. You could only wonder how expensive the room was, with its opulent decoration. 

You then look back to the man who was hugging you from behind, even though he was bony in structure, his grip on you was very strong, feeling his hold on your waist slowly crushing your stomach. You let out a silent gasp of surprise when you felt him move one of his hands, crawling into your upper stomach just under your breast. It made you blush in embarrassment when you felt his thin long fingers pressing down on your belly. 

“Where am I?” You thought to yourself as you laid there in bed, keeping as steady as possible as not to wake up the stranger that was hugging your back. Had you been kidnapped? Had you been trafficked by someone? Those thoughts swirled in your mind as you observed the room that you were being held in - whoever it was was obviously very powerful and important. You knew that not many rich people could afford prime real estate in Tokyo, let alone a penthouse that overlooked the whole city.  As your brain went into overdrive and you, getting increasingly panicked at your situation, your captor, much to your surprise, let out a low gumble from behind you.

“Don’t move too much, (Y/N)-chin.  It's still 4 am in the morning, go back to sleep.” 

Your eyes widened when you heard your captor’s voice. Although it sounded much more mature and huskier, you could always identify that voice. After all, who wouldn’t recognize the voice of the person you had been friends with since your childhood?

“M-Mikey?” You stuttered, looking back at the skinny man you greatly feared earlier. Your eyes widened as you took in his condition. He looked like a walking skeleton, with unnaturally pale skin, hollowed cheekbones and dark puffy eye bags that could only be seen in insomniacs. Your lips quivered as you got up, wanting to know the extent of his well being. What happened in the future that made him like this? The Mikey you knew was energetic and full of life, and it greatly stupefied you as to how he became like this. He looked so grim and despondent, as if he had been suffering for a very long time.

You placed your hands on one of his palms, gently holding it as you looked him in the eyes, concern and worry reflecting in your orbs. 

“Mikey, what happened?” You whispered as he looked down, his dark blank eyes refusing to meet your gaze. In response, you gripped his palm tighter, wanting him to answer your question. As he felt your grip, he suddenly faced you again, but this time, with a sad weary smile, an expression that you never seen him make in his entire life. 

“You suddenly disappeared, (Y/N). My gang and I searched for you everywhere and even involved the police in searching for you and you were still gone. Things started to happen and…” he trailed off as he broke his gaze again. 

Your mouth quivered at his expression - it greatly hurt you inside as he slowly reached out to you and pulled you into a hug. You reciprocated his action as you felt him slowly burying his face into the crook of your neck as he hugged you tightly, as if you were going to disappear any time. You let out a soothing hum as you gently comforted him, wanting him to know that you weren’t going anywhere. As the two of you hugged each other on the bed, you suddenly felt tears leaking from his eyes. You let out a sad smile and hugged him tighter. “It’s alright Mikey, let it out.”

You felt him freeze for a moment before he let out a whine and started to cry uncontrollably, letting all the pent up feelings that he had been keeping within himself for so long, hitching sobs as the two of you comforted each other. As he was sobbing, small droplets of tears also started to form on your tear ducts, the future- the future had been terrible for him hadn’t it? It defeated one of the strongest men you knew in just a decade, and it made you fear that if the future did this to Mikey, what of your other friends? Did they meet similar fates as well? Or had they moved on and found greener pastures in life? You hoped to yourself that they chose the latter. As much as you wanted them to miss you, you also loved them as much and wanted them to have a better life even without you in the picture. You don’t want them to be burdened with guilt that wasn’t their fault. 

As time passed by, the two of you started to sink back into the soft bed underneath, though neither wanted to release the other from the hug. As you laid there in bed, you smiled at Mikey, who’s eyelids were now starting to flutter, comfortable enough that sleep started to once again take over his consciousness. 

“Cute,” you thought to yourself as you observed him trying to fight it with no avail, as if the stubborn Mikey that you knew very well started to come back. You let out a giggle before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, making his sleepy eyes widened in surprise. “It's okay Mikey, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured as you patted his now-silky hair, just like you used to when he was the leader of Toman. You felt his grip on you getting tighter as he buried his head into your chest, you smiled as his antics and closed your eyes as you started to fall asleep. You reminded yourself that you would cook breakfast for Mikey this morning - he looked so skinny, and you knew that he hadn't eaten properly in years.  Time passed by as your thoughts started to dwindle, and you felt your eyes getting heavier before once again, sleep had overtaken your consciousness. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the morning sun shine on your face, waking you up. “Uhg,” you groaned as you looked away from the blinding sunlight invading half of the spacious room. As you started to wake from your deep slumber, memories from the previous hour started to return to you, your eyes widening in realization as you looked down on the sleeping form of Mikey, who was now relaxed and in a deep state of slumber. You smiled at his relaxed expression as you carefully freed yourself from his grip. It made you feel guilty that you would leave him in such a state but you needed to cook something before he woke up. 

“Mikey, I’m going to cook breakfast okay?” You said to him even though he was asleep, and you gave him a quick peck on his forehead before getting up and walking to the door that opened to the rest of the penthouse. Silently closing the door behind you and heading out to find the kitchen, your eyes looked around as you walked, widening at just how luxurious the penthouse was - the place made you feel small just by walking down its marbled hallways. 

As you were able to finally spot the staircase that most likely led down into the kitchen, you hurried your footsteps, eager to start to cook breakfast as quickly as possible. You stop walking as you touched the staircase railings, which overlook the rest of the penthouse and had a better view of Tokyo down below. “What kind of job does Mikey have?” You thought to yourself as you walked down the stairs and was able to spot the ginormous kitchen that this penthouse has. You quickly walked down to that kitchen, wanting to start the cooking process as fast as possible. You opened the ginormous pantry, filled to brim with ingredients that you needed to make a simple Japanese breakfast, and as you scoop the rice from the rice bag, you smiled to yourself - hopefully Mikey would be able to eat properly this time around. After all, he once ate all of the food that you have made for him and the rest of your friends. 

Mikey’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up from what felt like a blissful dream, one that he hasn't had for almost a decade. In that dream, you came back to him, him finding you inside Musashi Shrine as if the entities that he desperately prayed to during his teenage years finally giving him what he wanted: to be with you. Placing you inside the shrine, as if a gift for him to find. And after that, you wake up in his arms and comfort him, finally freeing him of the years of pain and loneliness, silencing the dark impulses that swirled in his mind. He bitterly smiled at the thought and looked at his hand. 

“Those drugs were stronger than before,” he thought to himself, reluctantly getting up on his bed to go back downstairs, either to look at the paperwork that Kokonoi had for him, or grab a quick snack from the fridge - probably the frozen Taiyaki that he usually consumed in the morning. But as he walked down the marbled hallway, he stopped at the smell of something cooking, and as he sniffed the smell wafting most likely from the kitchen below, he recognized that smell - even if it had been more than a decade, he knew very well the dish being cooked. His eyes widened in recognition and he quickly sprinted down the hallway and the staircase. Looking down, he noticed someone cooking, and he certainly knew who it was. He swiftly walked down the stairs and ran to the kitchen, where you were cooking breakfast. 

You hummed the same tune that you always sang every time you were cooking - it was a tune that your mother had sung when you were still learning how to cook from her, you remembered, looking down at the miso soup in the pot. “Looks like it's done,” You thought as you turned off the stove and looked back at the rice cooker - that took a long time for you to figure out since it has so many new unknown functions. Opening the lid to find a soft and fluffy cooked rice, you smiled at the result before quickly looking around in the cabinets to find the plates and utensils. As you were placing the food onto the plate, you heard sudden frantic steps coming from the staircase, but you only smiled as you gripped the plates and walked to the dining table. “Mikey, you’re just in time for breakfast!” You said as you looked back at the frantic man, who still couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Although his expression was amusing, it made you crestfallen because you knew the reason why he was like that. 

“You looked so scrawny Mikey, I made you some breakfast, I hope you’ll like it,” You said to him as you placed the plates on the table: pan seared salmon and rice, with miso and a vegetable side dish, the same breakfast items that you always cooked for him every morning, that he use to take for granted before your disappearance. He nodded obediently as he silently sat down on the dining chair, which made you glad - this was one of the first steps on his recovery, and you would try your best to make sure that things were going to be better for him day by day. While he sat on the dining chair, you quickly head back into the kitchen to fetch some glasses and a pitcher of water, before joining Mikey at the dining table to eat. And to your expectation, he hadn’t yet touched the steaming hot breakfast, as if waiting for you to eat with him. 

Although it made you much more sympathetic to his condition, it also made you determined that no matter what the cost, you were going to help him recover. As you started to eat your breakfast, you looked at Mikey, who just stared at the food right in front of him, making you curious. Tilting your head, you wondered what could possibly be bothering him. “Is there something wrong?” You asked the white-haired man in front of you, who nodded his head. 

“What is it then?” You smiled, wanting to know what was bothering him during breakfast. 

He shyly looked up. “Can you please spoon-feed me (Y/N)?” 

You froze for a second before recovering - you should have expected this happening to begin with. During your younger years, even when Toman was just an infant Tokyo gang, Mikey had always demanded you sit in his lap and spoon-feed him any food, whether it was the food that you cooked or those from the stores. You playfully smiled, adding, “Would you also like me to sit on your lap?” 

Though this made Mikey promptly freeze before frantically nodding like a child, taking you back to how he used to act. 

You got up and walked to his side of the table and slowly sat on Mikey’s lap, to your surprise, his lap is much softer compared to his body. You then gently pick up both the spoon and the plate and scoop out the rice and salmon together, you blow air a little bit on it to cool it down and then carefully place the spoon full of food near Mikey’s mouth.

 “Say ah~” 

Mikey obediently opened his mouth as you spoon fed him the breakfast that you had made. “Well, is it delicious?” You asked as Mikey gulped down the food, smiling and nodding to your question which made you giggle. You’ve repeated the process throughout the duration of the whole feeding, albeit a bit uncomfortable due to the slight bump on Mikey’s lap - it was soft, which meant that it wasn’t likely to be a belt buckle, but you shrugged off the feeling. Probably a crumple from your skirt or the cloth of his pants. As he finally polished off the vegetable side dish, you gave him a wide smile, happy that Mikey was taking his first step towards recovery. 

“Mikey, don’t forget your water,” You said as you placed the cold glass in his hand, which he then drank and placed back on the table. Seeing that he was done eating, you made to get up from his lap, looking to eat your own cold breakfast, yet before you could stand, Mikey instead pulled you back into his lap, placing you on the exact location where his bulge could brush to your panties, making you blush for reasons beyond you. 

“Mi-Mikey, why did you do that?” you exclaimed to your friend, surprise by his action

“Mikey!” You called him out again, lightly slapping his shoulder. 

“Imma feed you myself,” You heard him grumble in response as he hugged your waist. Sighing in defeat, you had almost forgotten his stubbornness when it came to certain things. Just because he was so sensitive earlier this morning didn’t mean his other behaviors were suddenly gone just like that. You gave him the look that you usually used when you gave in to his childish demands, before relaxing back on his chest. Clearing out the used dishes on the side and placing the ones that still had food in it, Mikey then mirrored your earlier actions. Sometimes, there were just some things that you had to do for the people you care about. 

After breakfast, he still refused to let go of you, not as you washed the dishes in the sink, and not even right now as you two were watching movies in the movie room - you didn’t even know there was a room specifically for watching movies. While watching, you couldn’t help but feel flustered as you felt Mikey stroking and pressing up against your thigh; his actions made you strangely flustered and even a little bit embarrassed. Although you were used to his physical affections, his actions now felt weird to you, his actions made you feel odd for some reason. But you ignored it and instead tried your best to focus on the movie, which involved a group of superheroes in New York saving the day.

As the movie showed the group encountering the villain in some public place, you felt Mikey’s hand slowly reach to the upper part of your thigh. You gasp, feeling his hand slowly crawling inside of your skirt, but before he went any further, his phone suddenly rang, stopping his actions. You let out a huge sigh of relief as he got up from the bed that the two of you had been lying on to talk to the person on the phone, albeit in an annoyed and reluctant manner. As he was talking to the unknown caller, you refocused on the movie, which now had your full attention instead of having to split it with Mikey’s wandering hands. The movie passes with a blur while Mikey talked on his phone, and after a while had passed, you heard him end the call and crawl back into the bed, though this time instead of hugging you in the back like before, he seemed to have changed his mind and instead hugged you from the front, his face burying into your chest as he hugged you tightly. Although it was an improvement from before, you still couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as he pressed his face into your breast, making you flustered like a tomato. You still chose to ignore his actions, and returned to watching the movie. 

His Majesty

Part One

Yandere Emperor with a Traveling Merchant Darling

Disclaimer: Based on many Fantasy Manhwa's that I've read, the setting is fascinating to me, so that is why I made one of my own. There would be references to real-life locations, but that is all.

TW: Yandere, Power Imbalance, Intimidation, Reference to abuse of Power

Ever since you were young, you have been exposed to many different cultures since you were a child of two traveling merchants

Although every day is an adventure, it feels so lonely, even though you’ve met many people, both amiable or ill-natured. There is not enough time to build connections with them because your group would then pack up to go to another place before you get to know the local person you’ve befriended

So that is why you have given up on befriending locals and would just sell or bargain trading goods and items, which you are surprisingly good at

And that is why at such a young age, you have been granted by your parents your own stall in your group even though you aren’t an adult yet

Which led you to be one of the valuable assets in your group. You can bargain to the point that the item is given free and you can even sell sands in a desert city on just how you marketed the products to people

Your stall has it all: spices, pieces of jewelry, valuable textiles, unique teas, and even rare meat. As long as people pay the right amount of course

And right now, you are in your usual element. Your group has set up stalls in the local market in The Empire’s capital, Velnford, which is very rare since The Empire, even though influences most if not all in this continent, rarely let people in in the main region or even its capital. So that is why you are surprised when your group has managed to be let in in the region, let alone in the capital itself

Even on the outskirts of the city, you could see the splendor of The Empire’s capital. People, even the poorest are dressed in silk or the softest of cotton, most are well-groomed and wear make-up and perfume, and they look much healthier compared to the empire’s normal citizens. 

But you also know that The Capital, even though it has a shiny and rich surface, has an underbelly of putrid darkness within it. Unlike most of the cities that you have visited, people here are, well let’s just say not only have an air of superiority to them but also viciousness that you have not seen in many people other than your fellow merchants or government officials. 

Men, women, and even children. You knew that these people would trample on each other for simple and petty reasons.

That is why, even though you want to explore the capital, you simply stay in your group, in fear of being hauled by the locals. You are a merchant, not a daring idiot. 

Just as you’ve expected, you have earned more golds and silvers in The Capital than what you’ve earned in a year in just a week. People here, although very wealthy, are suckers compared to the people in other cities that you’ve visited.

You have marked up your prices to the point that you kinda felt guilty about doing it to the locals, but it quickly evaporated when some local woman bought a tea set that is worth fourteen silvers and twenty copper coins with thirty-two gold coins and twelve silvers

It was your fourth day in the city when you heard the loud sound of a trumpet coming from the main street of the city. You saw people, even your customers quickly left the place they are in before and ran to the source of the sound. You just shrugged it off and continued tending to your stall. 

As you are wiping the Jade figurines that you have, you are suddenly interrupted by people entering your tent. You then quickly looked up and saw the imperial guards, with a person who is most likely one of the members of the royal family. You then swiftly kowtowed to the ground as one of the guards then announced with a booming voice about The Emperor’s arrival at your tent, which made you shiver in nervousness.

You felt his footsteps coming towards you, which made you frigid in your place. “Merchant, face me” you heard his cold but at the same time, melodious voice command you

You then reluctantly looked up and saw one of the most beautiful men that you have ever seen in your life. 

Your expectations of what The Emperor looks like are world-shattering really, you thought that he was just the regular noble, a middle-aged man with a beer belly and maybe has male patterned baldness, but no, instead, you have a person who looks like a sculpture that the gods themselves have made. An impressive well-built body that you are sure is toned and muscular if you stripped off those clothes that you are sure are worth half of your inventory. He has silky white hair with a slight purple tint on it and eyes that shone like a rare grey diamond. He has an air of not only superiority but also authority around him, which is rare, even for this city. 

“I-I thank your majesty for visiting my humble stall,” you said and then quickly cursed in your mind for stuttering in front of the emperor himself. 

As you are overthinking in your mind, The Emperor then signaled his men to leave him be, wanting to survey the stall on his own. His men obeyed his command and swiftly left the tent as if they weren’t there in the first place

“Merchant, get up and show me the finest items that you’ve got,” he said, bidding you to do his will, you quickly looked up and nodded then get up from the ground and start to show him your finest wares that even your richest clients never saw

Fine wares, golds, pieces of jewelry, Textiles, and other luxurious commodities that you have, you’ve shown him all, but this just makes The Emperor bored out of his mind as if seeing those items repeatedly his whole life, which is most likely the case. 

This makes you very uneasy, not only because of The Emperor’s apparent displeasure but also your pride as a merchant. If your usual luxurious wares didn’t impress him, then you have to show him something else, which gave you an idea.

“It’s worth a shot,” you thought while observing the emperor playing at two golden spheres with an unnerving impassive expression written on his face. “Your majesty, if you aren’t satisfied by my luxurious wares, what if I show you my collection of years traveling as a merchant?” you offered The Emperor, which then garnered a slight, doubtful expression from him.

“Show it to me then”, you nodded and then opened various chests and boxes for the items that you have collected from various countries and continents. Small and compact wooden dolls from the eastern continent’s Fuji Islands that wore their various local traditional clothing, the items made out of shells from the Apo peninsula, and various manuscripts that tell the ancient folklore from the Kamet region of the southern continent. 

This caused a slight fascination, which increased as you’ve explained their background and origins. 

You’ve also shown the other items like good luck charms made out of Camel Bones from the Scorching Desert regions or The intricate small tea cups from the Eastern Continent’s mainland region. Which further fed The Emperor’s curiosity. 

“How fascinating” you heard him say while his eyes looked at the items like a curious child, which made you baffled at first but then kept your head down, you don’t want to cause any trouble, but you can’t help that his expression looked endearing on his face, it's like the expression of children when they see your goods in remote towns or villages. 

When you are finished showing him your goods, he then proceeds to buy almost all of the items at an exorbitant price that made your eyes pop out. 

“Y-your highness, that is too much!” you said as you saw his men putting down chests that are filled with various gold. You are a shrewd Merchant, you admit that, but this is just too much! 

“Are you disregarding my judgment?” he then snapped at you, which made you freeze, “Oh no, your majesty! It’s just, these golds are too much for such items!” you refute, trying to reason with him. 

This cause him to let out an amused snort, then walked up to you and lifted your chin, which made you look him in the eye. Causing you to have a slight blush on your face.

“You are a fascinating merchant. Tell me what is your name,” he asked which you then quickly replied, not wanting to agitate him further.

“What a curious name, tell me, where did you come from?” he asked, which you quickly answered. “Oh, that is very far away, even from My Empire. It is rare to have people from your region come visit in My Dominion, even in trade,” he said, surprised by your answer. 

You didn’t respond as he then observed your smaller form, which made you petrified at your spot. Him, still holding your chin while frozen in place.

“You pleased me, merchant, for your actions earlier, I would dismiss your previous foolish behavior,” he said, which made you a little bit relieved inside. However, his next words do not. “I will even let you in my palace and show me your other wares, be honored merchant, I will grant you a blessing most people in Velnford won’t experience during their lifetime,” 

He then let go of your chin, which then causes you to fall to the ground to Kowtow again to him. “I-its is an honor, your highness” you replied while having a panicked expression on your face. 

He then let out a hum and then observed the items before he exit your tent, but before he go out he then quickly added words that further made you frightened inside. “Be mindful that you are the only one that I allowed inside my palace”. He then swiftly exits your tent. 

As you felt their presence start to fade, you then got up and try to walk on the nearby couch, but quickly collapse on the floor, which is thankfully padded with carpet, which made your landing less painful. 

“Oh my goodness, (Y/N)!” you heard your parents panic as they entered your tent from the back, they lift you and put you on the couch, letting you lay there to calm down

They asked what happened when The Emperor visits your tent, which caused your face to distort, and told them everything. Which made your parent's faces pale due to shock but at the same time dread.

When the night falls and the streets of Velnford are almost empty, except for the guards patrolling the city. You are then led to the main tent by your parents. Which congregates most of the leaders of your group to discuss your situation right now.

You feared that most of the people would be envious and they even would spit out words that you are not ready for the responsibility, but instead, they are concerned for you and even told you what they have learned that is related to the palace and its notoriety. 

You have found out that most merchants who are selected to visit the palace have their heads quickly cut off, which made most merchants, even the greediest and the most ambitious once would be frightened due to that lone fact alone, it does not even add the other things that would make you hurl in a mix of fright and disgust.

Even if you are well-traveled, maybe you still are sheltered by your parents, but the things that are not only going on in the palace but also in this city, it made you feel disgusted inside. You know that this city is cruel and hedonistic but not to this extent. 

When you and your family got back to your tent, you don’t bother to take your usual evening bath but instead went back to your bed and cried for hours on end as your parents comfort you as best as they can. 

When the day finally arrives, you are now dressed in the best attire from your region, which made you stand out from the rest of the people in the city. 

This garnered a lot of curious gaze and some people looking down on you for being a ‘barbarian’, but you ignored them and moved on to enter the palace borders.

“Oh my gods,” you thoughts as you saw a colossal wall surrounding the palace grounds with a gate that led to a mile and a half of gorgeous scenery of nature before going into the palace.

When you saw the palace, you are surprised that it's not a gigantic monument that stands out from the rest of the city but instead, it's a meticulously designed architecture that made it a work of art itself. 

You can’t really explain it in detail, but the palace is just, breathtaking. Even if you’ve seen various palaces from continent to continent, this is very different compared to the others, as if this does not only impose authority but also unquestioned majesty

A guard then let you out of the carriage. Unlike the other imperial guards, he looks like he is one of the elites that guarded this palace. The guard, along with your wares that are carried by the palace servants then guides you to where the emperor is right now. 

When you enter the palace, you could see why it's not as tall as you thought it to be. You thought that the splendor of the capital is massive but the inside of the palace makes it look like a spare change. The palace, even though not as tall, makes it up for its space and splendor. You are sure that this palace is a quarter the size of the city capital and that does not even add the nature surrounding it. 

You arrived at the throne room, which made your eyes widen in fascination. High ceilings that are painted with various depictions of celestial bodies and glass windows seeing the sky, pillars that crave with imperial symbols, the dark marbled floor that reflects your visage, and realistic paintings of various places in the continent that are powered by rare magic stones to look like a portal to those places. 

People, except you and The Emperor exit the room, making you frightened at your situation even more. 

“Chin up merchant, and show your other goods” 

You then nodded and show the other items that you haven’t shown him before. Some aren’t even from your inventory and are given or bought to you by your fellow traders in your group. Hand-woven blankets, bamboo toys from the Hengshan region, and many more

As you explain it to him one by one, he then cuts you out, “I can’t really see it from this distance, merchant, walk closer” he commanded. You quickly obeyed his words and walk closer to him. Which led you to the staircase of the throne. 

“Hmm, closer, dear merchant” 

You then nodded and reluctantly walk up to the staircase that led to the imposing throne, which is the shining gem of the throne room. 

You are now facing in front of the Emperor, although is sitting on the throne, doesn’t diminish his impressive figure and actually made him more intimidating

“Much better, now, explain. "

You quickly obey his words and then explain the Item in your hand right now, which is a simple gold earring. 

“Oh, so it is like an engagement ring, I see. "

You nod at his words as you carefully show the item to him. Which he then grabs from your hands and observes it.

When he finished observing it, he then ordered you to grab another one as you then retrieve another item from the pile that the servants put in front of the throne

The session continues for hours until the items that you’ve bought satisfied The Emperor, and just like the last time, he bought it at an exorbitant price, it almost felt like you’ve committed banditry. 

As you are about to leave the throne room, he then common you to get closer to him, and as usual, you obeyed his words.

you prostrate yourself in front of him as you wait for his next command for you

“Merchant, in my days in this region, I have never seen a person as well-traveled and knowledgeable as 

You, and for that, I would grant you a title of an educator in this palace. From now on, you would be my teacher on various regions and their customs, and your family would be informed of this immediately”. Your eyes winded at his words, not believing the words that you are hearing right now. In shock, you quickly put your head up, “Y-your Majesty!” you uttered in distress, looking up to The Emperor, who then have a face of displeasure, seeing your actions as defiance of his order. You realized what you have done and quickly bowed down again.

“Are you objecting to my decree, Merchant?” he said with an icy tone that made your bones shiver in fear. “N-no your majesty, I-it’s just that, There are better scholars and travelers that have much more experience and knowledge than me, a lowly merchant” you reasoned to him, not wanting him to see your earlier actions as a blatant disregard of his will. You still felt his rage as he get up and then walk towards your form, which made your form rigid as a statue. He then crouch down to you and made you look up at his face. “ That may be true but, merchant, you are the only one that describes it with passion,” he said as you saw his mirthful gaze towards you. At his words, you then started to get flustered. You thought that you got rid of your over-explanation to others. It seems that your past behavior leaks out during the time you have been with The Emperor. As you are mulling over your behavior, The Emperor then ordered the servants to come in and arrange your new living arrangements in The Palace. Being the new educator to The Emperor, you are now provided with resources and privileges that most people, even the other nobles, would dream to have inside The Palace.

“Merchant,” The Emperor said, who is now standing up, looking down at you. You then snapped out of your thoughts and then look up at him. “Y-yes?” you asked, still dazed from the previous nerve-wracking interaction. “What is your name? I do not want to call you merchant any longer” he asked. “It’s (Y/N), your highness” you replied. He then nodded and then smile at you. “Well, (Y/N), I hope that you would satisfy my curiosity then”.

He then quickly left the throne room in the other door of the hall as the servants then helped you to get up and then walk you towards the exit of the throne room, although in the same doorway that you’ve used entering the palace throne room. You then sigh as the servants led you to your room in The Palace. You are now the teacher of The Emperor. You hoped that you have enough knowledge so that you wouldn't end up dead, and maybe, give your family prestige if you manage to educate The Emperor and get out of this palace alive. It would be risky, but as long as you move forward, you hope that things would get better. 

Can I get an ask where the fem reader runs away from bonten because a random girl that wants to be with bonten told her that she isn't good enough for them but she gives everything they've given her back like gifts money etc and then they fuck the living daylight out of her. Angst to fluffy please

Damn thats good. Perfectly fitting for Bonten 🤰🏻🤰🏻

You Can‘t Run Away

You are Bonten‘s little pearl, always decorating their arms with your presence, always being their fleshlight for their pent-up frustration. In return they shower you with gifts, showing their love and affection for you, and other girls envy you for it.

Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Pairing: Bonten x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, mdin 18+

Warnings: insecurities, gangbang, dubcon, mention of murder, pet names, oral (f receiving), praise, double penetration, anal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, belly bulge, finger fucking, marking, choking, slight yandere behaviour, begging

Word Count: 3.7k

Bonten, a criminal organization full of death, money laundering and corruption. And you were right in the middle of the chaos. But why? Yeah, to be honest you never knew why. It was a mystery to you why they were so obsessed with you. Not only one Bonten member but eight? How? You were always a bit insecure, especially in those moments when you saw all those pretty girls that were flirting with them, trying to get in their pants. But they did not plan to fuck with other girls, not since they had you in their lives.

They loved to shower you with gifts, treating you like a princess, getting you everything that your little heart desired. In return you gave them your body, letting them use you as they pleased. Sometimes it left your body hurting and covered in bruises. But you did not care. You wanted them to use you like this, so that they would not start searching for someone who would be better than you, prettier than you.

It was only a matter of time that reality hit you like a train, making you realise that you were not good enough, that you would never be good enough for them.

"You know, Y/N-chan, I don’t understand why they took a liking in you", she said.

But who was 'she'? You did not remember her name, you only knew that she was constantly trying to take them away from you.

She was sitting on Mikey‘s desk, looking disgusted in your direction.

Why were you here? Right, you wanted to see them. Your little heart desired to see them.

If you had only stayed at home.

You expected to see Mikey and the others in his office but instead 'she' was there. Her outfit revealing as always, her tits almost popping out of her blouse, her skirt almost showing off her panties. She always wore high heels, emphasising her pretty smooth and long legs.

How did she even get in here?

In comparison to her you just looked like a wallflower. Not ugly but not pretty. Nothing special. Not striking in between all those beauties that they dealt with in their clubs.

She smiled at you, not a friendly smile but a devilish one. Like she wanted to rip you into pieces for stealing them from her.

"You must have something that they want, that’s why they want to be with you, maybe you have some important connections? Or informations?", she wondered, her tone ever so sweet but at the same time as sharp as a knife.

You looked at her. Not sure what you were supposed to answer, so you just waited for her to finish what she wanted to say.

"It‘s a mystery to me, thinking that the most handsome men around Tokyo what to have you. Especially if you consider their past with women…", she thought to herself, knowing that she had your attention now.

"What do you mean?", you asked her, confused.

"Aaah, nevermind. It‘s not important anyways since this is all forgotten", she waved you off, exactly knowing what she was doing.

"Please, tell me", you almost begged her, desperation seeking through your body.

"It‘s just that those men are the biggest manwhores the world has ever seen, always fucking around with different women, sometimes even multiple women at the same time. Oh sorry, they were. It‘s not like that anymore", she grinned innocently at you.

You always feared that they had a high body count but you tried to live in denial, trying to avoid the jealousy that would eat you up from inside out. Hearing it from her mouth stabbed a knife into your heart. Were they all prettier than you? More fitting for them?

"Gosh, I‘m so sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you like that! It‘s just that… you know? You should maybe leave them. Before they are able to hurt you", she faked her concern so well. It almost sounded like she only wanted what was best for you.

But her next sentence would destroy you completely.

"You are simply not enough for them. Maybe you should search for a guy that‘s more fitting for you."

Your heart shattered. Deep down you knew that she was right. You knew that it was foolish to try to keep them. They would leave you sooner or later anyways.

You were on the verge of crying and breaking down right here and now.

She saw what she had done. Proud of herself, she got off of the desk in an elegant way, swaying her hips as she moved towards you.

"I should leave, I‘m sorry Y/N-chan", she patted your shoulder and left you there.

Alone. No, not alone. Your thoughts were like a monstrous shadow that was hovering over you, ready to eat you alive.

You just started crying, you were not able to hold it back any longer. Who knew that such an incident would break you down?

So you decided what was best for you. No, for them.

You decided to give them back all their presents, all those dresses, lingeries, jewelry; feeling like you never deserved them in the first place. It had to be like this. Either they would leave you —or kill you, who knew what they did to their ex flings— or you would leave them. The latter was the best solution. Not for your heart, maybe not for you as well but for them. They deserved something better, someone prettier.

You went back home, packing everything together to bring them their presents back. Luckily as you got back to the office they were back, first smiling at you and then looking questioningly at the big bag in your hand.

"What is this?", Sanzu snaked up behind of you, putting his head on your shoulder. Everyone looked at you, edging you on with their eyes, wanting to hear your answer.

"I-I", you stuttered. This was so hard, how should you tell them that you wanted to leave them. "Go on, keep on talking", you heard Mochizuku‘s voice.

"I want to give your presents back, I c-can‘t be with you together any longer", you looked at your feet, totally ashamed.

You feared their answer, their heavy gazes being enough for you.

"And why‘s that?", this time it was Kokonoi who was talking, his voice having a sharp edge to it, as if it wanted to choke you lifeless.

"I- I don’t think that I‘m- uh- that I‘m not good enough for you…", your voice quivered, tears threatening to spill over.

'You know, Y/N-chan, I don’t understand why they took a liking in you'

Her voice echoing in your mind.

Silence. They were quite shocked by your answer. You never seemed that insecure. Why would you? You were the prettiest and purest thing that they ever laid their eyes on. Did not they show you how much they loved you? No, they literally drowned you in compliments and gifts. Was this not enough? Apparently not.

"What makes you think such a stupid thing, huh doll?", Takeomi spoke up; he was clearly mad, not because of you but because of the dumb thoughts that were dancing in your mind.

"Look at us when we talk to you", Mikey‘s stern voice commanded, making you shiver. You slowly looked up, meeting their harsh gazes.

"What makes you think that?", Takeomi repeated his question, slowly and with a small pause between every word.

"I- It‘s just that- I don‘t know…", you were not able to form a normal sentence without stuttering. No, do not tell them who made you think like that. It‘s better if you leave.

"Y/N, we know you so well~ Don‘t try to lie to us", Ran smiled sweetly at you. The usage of your name showing you that he was not playing around, they all were not playing around. "Tell us now who polluted your head"

"I don- don’t know her name", it was not a lie. You could not lie in a situation like this. "She was sitting in Mikey’s office, the one who is always around you." There you said it. Hopefully they would just forget it and let you leave. But they would never let you go. Never.

They all looked at each other, exchanging looks, sharing the same thought. Let‘s kill her. Everyone that even dared to hurt you had no right to be alive.

"Maybe we should fuck those dumb ideas out of you, what do ya think little one?", Sanzu grabbed your face and squished your cheeks together. "Show you how much we love you", he started peppering kisses along your neck.

Kakucho got up from his seat, walking towards you. He was so tall, you had to take a step back in oder to see him better; literally bumping into Sanzu’s chest. He took the bag full with their gifts away from you, tossing it to the side.

"Maybe you don‘t need all this stuff, you look prettier without it anyways", his words making your heart skip a beat, your breath being caught up in your throat. Kakucho‘s hand started caressing your cheek, gaze intensely locked with yours.

"Take off her clothes Kakucho", Rindou demanded. "Yeah~ Let us see her gorgeous body", Ran agreed with his brother; probably everyone in that room wanted your clothes off of you right now.

You felt Sanzu’s hands grabbing your wrists, preventing you from stopping Kakucho. "Please, don‘t…", you begged, not wanting to be exposed in front of everyone, even though they saw you naked multiple times. This time was different, your insecurities have reached their peak.

Despite your pleading, Kakucho started undressing you, taking off piece by piece until you were standing naked in front of them. Before you could comprehend anything, he got on his knees; hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He was so close to your pussy, his breath tickling your skin. Sanzu kept you from falling over, your back being pressed up against his body. You felt his hard-on through his slacks. "Feel that, bunny? Feel how hard I am for ya? Do you feel how much I love ya?", he whispered into your ear.

Suddenly you felt fingers teasing your clit, tiny circles being drawn on it. "M-Mhm!", you threw your head back directly onto Sanzu‘s shoulder. You practically invited him like that to leave marks on you neck, he started kissing and biting your neck, licking the spots that he left behind with purple blemishes.

"I‘ll make you feel good, show you that you are fucking enough for me", Kakucho said aggressively before he dived right into your cunt, two of his fingers being pushed into your already wet hole. "Ah! Ka-Kaku!", you whimpered. He was eating you out as though his live depended on it, as if your body was his air that kept him alive.

Kokonoi got up and joined the performance while the others kept looking, warming themselves up for their turn. As soon as he reached you, his after shave hit your nose; the smell fitting his rich and majestic appearance. His hand reached for your chin, turning your head towards him. He leaned down and started sloppily kissing you, spit running down at the corner of your mouth.

The movements of Kakucho‘s fingers inside of you started to get faster, his slurping sounds echoing through the room. It sounded so nasty and lewd. As he curled his fingers up into you special spot, you tried to push him away with the leg that was being held over his shoulder. He just dug his fingernails into your thigh, leaving crescent marks on your skin.

"It‘s okay, bunny. You can cum", Sanzu told you, stopping for a moment his assault on your neck before he picked up his work again.

Kokonoi parted from your lips which were swollen and red by now. "Cum on his face, pretty. Show us that beautiful face of yours as you come", he whispered against your lips, biting in your lip and slightly pulling on it.

You felt Kakucho‘s tongue thrusting up inside of your pussy next to his fingers, his nose slightly grazing your clit. This soft touch of his nose was not enough for you to fall over the edge, Kokonoi knew that, so his hand slowly wandered downwards your body until he reached your clit. He started to circle your clit in fast strokes, helping Kakucho to bring you to your orgasm.

This was all too much for you, those three men playing around with your body; hands, lips and tongues feeling you up everywhere on your body. Praises were being mumbled; telling you how good you were doing, how pretty you were for them, what a good girl you were for them.

"G-Gonna cum!", you exclaimed, a loud moan falling from your lips. "Go on, pretty. Come for us", you heard, assuming that it was Kokonoi since he always used this nickname.

There it was. The tightness inside of your body just snapped, making you orgasm on Kakucho‘s tongue. His fingers kept on moving inside of you, while Kokonoi’s fingers kept on pressing onto your clit; helping you ride out your orgasm. Your insides spasmed around Kakucho‘s fingers, his tongue no longer being in your cunt.

You thrashed around in their grasps, pushing and pulling around, trying to get their hands away from you. As you looked down, you saw Kakucho’s face covered in your slick; your face grew hot at this sight.

"Feel good enough for us yet?", Sanzu bit into your shoulder, drawing a whimper out of you.

You do not know when but Rindou and Ran were standing in front of the four of you, taking in your fucked out expression. "Seems like she still thinks that she ain‘t good for us, think it’s our turn to show her how perfect she is, Rin~", Ran grinned, bumping his shoulder into his brother before he went towards you. The other three let go of you, so that Ran was able to pick you up. Rindou went behind you, giving your cheek a kiss; making your heart melt.

"Fuck, you don’t know how much we love you", he started kissing you. You felt so safe and secure being caged in between those two.

"Made me fucking mad, you talking about leaving us. For what? Because you are not pretty enough? Bullshit!", Ran kissed your collarbone, lining himself up with your entrance. You sighed as he pushed into you, finally being filled up.

"God, feel that? Feel how your pussy wants me? You were fucking made for us, like we were made for you", he whispered into your neck.

Rindou broke away from you, leaning his forehead against yours. He looked so deep into your eyes, your insides clenching around Ran‘s cock. You felt Rindou’s tip prodding against your other hole until he slowly but surely pushed his whole length into your ass. He groaned from your tightness that wrapped around him so perfectly. "Fucking perfect for us."

You felt so full, stuffed to the brim. They let you time to adjust until they started to fuck into you in union. Your embrace around Ran tightened, pushing his face into your chest. "A-Ah! Feel so full, m-mhm!"

Rindou’s hand gripped onto your ass, leaving his fingerprints everywhere on your behind. "Yeah? Feel stuffed to the brim, huh? See? Only we are able to make you feel so full", Rindou kissed your shoulder, picking up his pace and making you gasp.

"You gotta give us another orgasm, ’kay? You can do that for us", Ran groaned into your chest, biting and sucking on your nipples.

The spots that they reached inside of you, it felt so good, your insecurities being long forgotten. Yeah, like Sanzu said, they fucked those dumb ideas out of you.

"I‘m gonna-!", you felt your orgasm crashing down on you before you were able to finish your sentence. Your holes gripped onto them, as if they wanted to keep them inside. "Fuck!", they both groaned out as they came inside of you, spilling their cum as deep in your walls as they could reach. God, it was so much, you were able to feel it drip out of you onto the floor beneath you.

You tried catching your breath as you felt Rindou carefully pulling himself out of your ass, giving your shoulder a last kiss before Ran carried you through the room, handing you over to Mochi who placed you into his lap with your back facing him. His arms snaked around you and pulled you into his chest.

"What a pretty angel you are and this cunt of yours- fuck, it‘ll be the death of me", his deep voice made you shiver, the fingers that started to play with your pussy adding up to your shudder. A lewd sound echoed through the room as he pushed three of his fingers into your wetness. God, this was embarrassing; your pussy was so greedy, even after two orgasms still wanting more.

He curved his fingers upwards, hitting your g-spot, making you yelp. "There is your sweet little spot", he exclaimed, more to himself than to any other person in this room, and started to rub into it. His almost unnoticeable motions quickly turned into fast ones, fingers curled up into your g-spot, never really leaving it; his hand flatly pressed against your pussy, stimulating your clit. He rubbed in and out of your cunt. It was so good and oh god, those loud and lewd noises that were being heard from your hole. He definitely knew what he was doing because as soon as he felt your g-spot slightly starting to swell up, he pressed his other hand into your lower abdomen. "N-No! Please, stop! I-It feels weird!", your legs started to quiver violently. It felt like you were about to explode.

And that you did… not literally but almost. Your juices gushed out of you, wetting his hand and everything that was near you. "Fuck, look at you squirting on my hand. You look so beautiful", you heard him praise you, feeling him kiss you lovingly onto the backside of your head.

He pulled his fingers out of you with a soft pop, softly caressing you abused pussy before finally removing his hand, only to grab your thighs to pull your legs apart. Your thighs were touching your chest, your most private parts for everyone in this room on full display.

"Guess I‘ll be taking my turn now", you did not realise that Takeomi was standing right between you legs, palming himself through his pants before he freed his cock from those restrains. You were not surprised as he aligned himself with your ass. He was absolutely obsessed with fucking your other hole, loving the way it fitted around him so tightly.

Takeomi steadied himself against the backside of your thighs, pushing you harder against Mochi. There was no need to put his dick slowly into you, you were absolutely drenched, he just slipped into you. "Fuck! I love you, I fucking love you, little one", he slipped two fingers into your abused cunt, making you clench onto his fingers and his cock.

"Ngh! F-uck, ’s too deep, O-Omi!", you held onto his hand, feeling like you need something to grab onto. "I know you can take it. It‘s okay, let yourself go loose, I‘ll take care of my pretty baby", he kissed your tear-stained face, over and over.

"I‘m about to cum, let‘s do it together, yeah? Like the sound of that?", he knew that you loved it when he talked so dirty to you, your walls tightening around him even more.

He pumped his fingers faster in and out of you, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm. Just a few more strokes and you would come. "Ready?", he asked you, looking into your eyes. "H-hah! Yeah!", this was the answer that he needed, pulling his fingers out of your cunt and tightly pushing his thumb onto your clit, keeping on with the harsh thrusts into your ass.

Again your pussy started to gush out some liquid, making his abdomen and his thighs wet with your cum. You blacked out for a moment, snapping back into reality as you feel him pull out of you. Your poor hole clenched around nothing as Takeomi’s cum started to drip out of it.

You do not how you got up but somehow you landed on Mikey‘s desk with him peering down on your wrecked and sweaty body. He pulled your legs apart, starting his turn by pushing himself into your cunt.

"Feel that?", Mikey grabbed your hand and pushed it against your lower abdomen, "Feel how deeply I’m loving you, Y/N?" You just nodded, tears streaming down your face. He was in fact loving you deeply, it almost hurt. You were able feel with your hand how his cock moved in and out of you, a visible bulge in your belly.

"Fuck, if you keep on holding onto my cock like that- You 'bout to cum that quick, huh?", he looked at your wrecked form, proud that they did this.

"Say that you are good enough for us."

"M-Mikey, please", you begged, you could not say that.

"Say it", he left you no other option, gripping tightly onto your neck, choking the words out of you that he wanted to hear.

"I-I‘m good enough for you", you quietly said.

This was not satisfying him. "Louder."

"I‘m g-good enough for you!", this time you yelled, his cock abusing your g-spot, making it harder for you to keep your voice under control.

"Good girl", he squeezed your neck a bit more, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

"I‘m good enough."

"I‘m good enough."

"I‘m good enough."

You kept on repeating it like a mantra, mumbling the words while your brains got fucked out of you. While you reached yet another orgasm.

"You can’t run away, you belong to us like we belong to you, get it? I‘ll fuck every dumb little insecurity out of you until you love yourself the way we love you", his thrust got sloppier, he was about to come as well. With a last few thrusts he was able to reach his high, coming deep inside of you.

Your surroundings got blurry, voices were shallow. You passed out right there on his table, too many orgasms were drawn out of your body; you were tired and literally fucked numb. And then…

Darkness.

What you would not ever know, was that after you passed out, they got rid of that nasty bitch that made you think like that.

Absolutely nobody was allowed to disrespect you like that because they loved you and cared for you, protecting you from all harm.

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